Lohan and Ronson seem to have a great time at their ’small bedroom’ at the Mercer Hotel in New York. She was just lazing around with her new found girl friend Ronson, and Jenni Munro her personal assistant when Ronson read out a blog to Lohan.
She stands up, black fedora cocked to one side, and adopts a stern voice: “Lindsay Lohan has been out partying and drinking every night since she arrived in New York [a week earlier, from L.A. where she lives]. So, rehab didn’t work for her at all. What the hell was she doing in there? While everyone else was getting treated for addictions she was probably playing Hungry Hungry Hippos, clapping her hands excitedly, going ‘Look at the hippos eat! They’re so hungry!’”
Contorting in hysterics, Lohan pulls her knees up to her chest and buries her face in her oversize cashmere scarf. “I did checkers!” she exclaims, laughing.
Once the hilarity has subsided, she sits up and looks over at Ronson, who is still chuckling to herself. “What else did they say about me?” she asks.
Ronson continues reading: “When one of the employees taps her on the shoulder to let her know a meeting is about to start, she orders a Cosmopolitan and takes a nap.”
More giggles, and it’s beginning to feel like
a slumber party in here.
“See now that… It’s fine,” says Lohan. “I can totally laugh at myself. But if…”
“Oh, if it was mean I wouldn’t have read it to you,” says Ronson, quickly.
“That’s true,” says Munro, earnestly. “And we wouldn’t laugh at it.”
And with that, the friends go back to trying to find more mentions of their social life on the Internet, and Lohan lights another cigarette, inhales, exhales, and turns her attention back to the interview.
“This is why it’s such a big deal, and why
I get so worried,” she says, absent-mindedly braiding her hair, one hand clad with a fingerless, studded Chanel glove. “I’m at the point where…oh my God…I’m going to go out! I work hard enough and I know how to take care of myself. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. I will say, though, that it’s so much harder to stay sober in New York. Though it’s hard in L.A. not to go out, it gets lonely. Being an actress is lonely, and I never want to be alone. I hate sleeping alone.”
If that made any sense to you!
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